Berserk God of War

Swish, swish, swish…

As Sikong Jing and Xiao Jia escaped, a group of masters from the Lingque Secret Realm also returned to the small plaza. They had just evacuated the elderly and children from the plaza and came back, leaving some to guard them.

The black-clad men who had been blasted away suddenly flashed and stood up, landing behind An Xiao, ready for battle.

The entire small plaza was filled with a grim and terrifying atmosphere at that moment!

An Xiao stared intently at Qiteng, Sikong Jing, and the others, his heart filled with a cold dread.

The next moment, he suddenly looked at Lao Chun beside him and shouted madly, "Was it you who leaked my plans?"

At this moment, Lao Chun was also bewildered, completely confused when Qiteng and the others appeared.

With his mind, he couldn't possibly understand how things suddenly turned out this way.

Upon hearing the accusation, Lao Chun quickly defended loudly, "Lord An Xiao, I didn't do it, how could I have leaked it?"

Unfortunately, An Xiao continued to glare at him with eyes full of fury...

Knowing that the Qianwang Holy Tower talents had barely entered the Secret Realm for less than an hour, then unexpectedly discovered by Xiao Jia and others, the whole Lingque Secret Realm seemed like a trap luring them in.

Precisely because they had only been inside for an hour, An Xiao's guard was at its lowest, and he hadn't been paying attention to the Life Lamp's changes continually.

In such a situation, who else could have leaked it if not Lao Chun?

However, Lao Chun's current expression clearly indicated he hadn't leaked anything.

Moreover, in these perilous times for Wuji Town...

If there wasn't prior knowledge of the Secret Realm being invaded, the Lingque Clan wouldn't have suddenly returned with a group of masters to the Secret Realm, nor could they have prepared to silently eliminate the entrance guardians.

"Don't bother guessing, my father has lost his mind, of course, he couldn't have leaked your plans."

Just as An Xiao was mired in confusion, a hoarse male voice echoed from the direction of the small plaza's entrance...

This statement made everyone turn collectively to the source of the sound.

Seeing the newcomer, An Xiao's eyes flickered with doubt, while Lao Chun and one of the black-clad men widened their eyes, the former shouting, "Qi Fu, it was you who leaked it?"

The newcomer was Qi Fu himself!

And the black-clad man who previously stabbed Qi Fu in the chest showed a look of disbelief.

Qi Fu coldly stared at Lao Chun and couldn't help but lament, "Father, you're wrong."

"I didn't leak anything, how could I be said to have leaked when I'm not with the Qianwang Holy Tower? I merely reported back to Xiao Jia."

As his voice fell, Lao Chun's face suddenly twisted in anger.

"You bastard, you're bringing harm to me, and you're about to doom the entire Lingque Clan, leaving us no future."

"You're despicably betraying after being accommodated with courtesy by the Qianwang Holy Tower..."

In Lao Chun's view, his son had only been taken away and accommodated.

As these words came out, Qiteng, Xiao Jia, and others from the Lingque Secret Realm slightly twitched the corners of their mouths; Lao Chun was hopelessly deluded.

Even at a time like this, he still thought the Qianwang Holy Tower treated him and his son with courtesy.

Qi Fu revealed a tragic smile... rip!

Suddenly, he tore open his shirt, exposing a horrendously scarred wound on his chest, and continued, "Father, this is the courtesy and settlement from the Qianwang Holy Tower."

Lao Chun froze, asking again, "What the hell?"

Qi Fu clenched his fists, frustratedly shouted, "Do you still not understand? That black-clad man took me away and dumped me outside Wuji Town, then thrust a sword into my chest, my chest as your son."

His voice surged out almost like a roar, seemingly to awaken the stubborn Lao Chun.

Once his voice fell, Lao Chun showed a look of disbelief, quickly glancing back at the black-clad man from the woodshed.

But he instantly withdrew his gaze, shouting lowly, "Impossible, you're lying to me."

Lao Chun couldn't believe Qi Fu's words, convinced the Qianwang Holy Tower were noble because the remnants of Su Old Demon were demons, and the Qianwang Holy Tower was on a righteous mission to eliminate demons, therefore surely embodying justice.

He couldn't accept the Qianwang Holy Tower's wickedness...

When Lao Chun's words fell, the black-clad man's gaze flickered wildly, face gradually pale, suddenly kneeling heavily before An Xiao: "Boss An Xiao, it's my fault for mishandling it, please punish me."

Buzz…

The moment his voice dropped, Lao Chun, who had been vehemently defending himself, felt his mind buzzing, dumbstruck as he stared at the black-clad man.

Simultaneously, An Xiao realized the situation completely.

It turned out Lao Chun's son overheard meetings between the black-clad men and Lao Chun, and the subordinate of the present black-clad man failed to do a clean job.

"You idiot... because of your sloppy work, you ruined my critical plan with Young Master Pei."

At this moment, An Xiao's fury peaked to the extreme.

"Spare me, Boss An Xiao, I truly have no idea why Lao Chun's son survived, evidently I shattered all his meridians and stabbed his heart."

The black-clad man shivered violently, he was being truthful, he simply couldn't comprehend it.

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

Lao Chun's mind was like rolling thunder, if he hadn't wanted to believe the words "mishandled" before, An Xiao's conversation with the black-clad man now made things undeniably clear.

They never intended to accommodate his son Qi Fu before, instead they took him out of Wuji Town to silence him completely.

At this moment, Lao Chun's beliefs collapsed, entirely shredded into fragments.

But nobody cared for such a small fry; An Xiao's fury persisted at its peak, furiously berating the black-clad man: "Your mishandling, couldn't you reduce him to ashes?"

Upon hearing this, the latter felt profoundly aggrieved, having shattered meridians and stabbed the heart—was there anything left to ash?

Lao Chun's son wasn't some terrifying powerhouse, how was he resurrected...

"You fool, fight your way out with me now, redeem yourself, perhaps your family could escape punishment."

An Xiao wanted to kill that sloppy-struck black-clad man there and then.

But realizing he was surrounded by the Lingque Clan's masters, and urgently needed manpower, he grudgingly held back.

He then boldly directed his gaze towards Qiteng, barking: "Lingque Clan, surround us as you might, what good will it do without hostages? You're just trash without structured Cultivation Techniques."

As his words fell, An Xiao commanded the black-clad underlings: "Attack, kill!"

Facing An Xiao's outbreak, Qiteng ordered heavily, "Kill them, leave none alive!"

Boom, boom, boom…

As Qiteng's words came out, several Lingque masters unleashed true qi of gold and blue hues, then viciously attacked in An Xiao and his men's direction.

Sikong Jing meanwhile pulled Xiao Jia and Qi Fu back.

The upcoming fight was an Emperor Martial Stage battle they couldn't be involved in, lest they become hostages.

Retreating to a high building in the village, Xiao Jia nervously asked, "Brother Sikong, can we win?"